Larksong Grotto eat your kings

Feel free to skip me as needed! He's just watching from afar

The call that came from the borders was both foreign yet familiar, one that Phares regarded with a swivel of his head with large ears pricked forwards. He stared, alert, in the direction it came from for a few moments before a second howl sounded. It was Jhala calling for her mate and, while he knew the leaders were more than capable of tending to the matter, he could not help but be drawn to the mysterious voice that had summoned them.

He arrived after many had already gathered and so stayed a fair distance back, standing amongst the grasses and rocks that dotted the borders of their territory. From his vantage point, though, the priest could see the four other wolves who seemed to share his ancestry — or so it looked like. He studied them with interest, especially that of the largest one who stood before the others. One smaller figure, a passive, almost nervous-looking female, addressed Hiram who stood opposing them alongside his daughter and the Grand Vicar.

Phares could only just make out her words, and flicked his tail with surprise at the mention of a high inquisitor, before he glanced back at the female again with a start. Was this the woman he had yet to meet? The Seer who had disappeared just as he had been accepted into the fold she had created? He would have been honoured under different circumstances though, for now, he stood and watched, confused yet intrigued by the proceedings.